There surely had to be a better way to describe how Percival Ignatius Black was feeling at the moment then merely antsy. There just had to be. But that was the only word that he could come up with as he lounged in the large chair that had come with his office. Sure, he hadn't exactly been expecting a cake walk when he signed up for this entire thing, but he hadn't been expecting it to be this hard, either. There was in fact no easy way for him to do anything at the moment. And he wasn't a fan of the gargoyle outside the entrance to his office. Entirely too talkative in his eyes. It was the most annoying thing that he had run across yet at this new job.

But other then that, he was smitten. What with the power, respect, and all those other things that came along with being the headmaster, he was high from the euphoria. Not that he actually knew what being high felt like, he had never done that kind of thing in his day. He had been a good boy, hadn't done anything like that. He had left that to his younger brothers Fred and George. Thinking about that, his heart clenched. He was still a bit torn up about Fred, even twenty years later. He stood up and started pacing, he didn't want to think about that at the moment.

He looked out one of the windows in his office. He was still adjusting to the fact that he was indeed the headmaster. It was hard for him to believe that he had actually gotten the position. It was still a bit of a shocker to him. And yet he was ecstatic about it, there was nothing else that he had wanted other then that one position. There was no telling how happy the man was at the moment. But his daughter's weren't apparently. Molly and Lucy had started beating their head on the table when he had said "guess what!" and explained it all to them the week before. But hey, they'd get used to it, right?

Albus? He thought to himself and bared his teeth at his uncle. Al wasn't going to be respectful to him now. Nobody called him Albus and still got respect for him. He hated that name. Why did so many people insist on calling him by that stupid name when his real name was Severus?

"I was going to show you respect," he said, "but now I'm not. My name is not Albus, Perce, it's either Al or Severus, understand?" He'd been about to tell his uncle what he did until they were so rudely interrupted by his cousin. "Gryffindork," he said coldly. "I was having a pleasant talk with my uncle. How dare you interrupt us?"

Had he been anywhere else and with any other people (read: not members of his famiy), his head would have always been in his hands, fingertips rubbing his temples, trying to let the emotions bubble back to normal. Adults were much more accepting of things that would calm people down but children and family were not. In fact, some days it seemed that they existed just to aggravate him.

He had forgotten how incredibly picky the child in front of him was about his name. It was not Albus apparently, even though that is what it said on his birth certificate. But blatant disrespect was not something that he would not stand for in his presence and in his office especially. "Albus," he said sternly, crossing his arms in front of him, "you will afford me the respect that my position and our relation dictates. Thereby I suggest you tell me why you are here."

He was having that feeling again, where he wanted to rub his temples, hold his head in his hands, and start dealing with the rage that was slowly building at the moment. It was the same feeling that he often had: family was a burden many days. Sure, he'd learned the lesson that they are important, but he was still stuck in the rut of not liking the fact that they were all there and making trouble much of the time.

He looked over to his neice, who seemed intent in egging her young cousin on. "Elizabeth, you should stop egging Albus on and answer my question now," he said, still sternly. He knew that he had to keep everything fair for students, family or not. He couldn't be treating one group one way and another differently.

Percy was getting angry with them and that always made Severus angry. He looked at his cousin. "You're making Percy mad. Honestly, girl, can't you just answer the question?" He rolled his eyes. She was trying to act more troublesome than him and she wasn't. This was only his second year at the school, but he had already been up here quite a bit. Not too mention, all the trouble he caused when he wasn't in school. "Stop trying to act like you're worse than me. We all know I'm the worst." He smirked to show how proud he was of it.

Percy called him Mr. Potter. He wasn't going to let that pass. He hated people calling him that as much as he hated being called Albus. "Headmaster Perfect You're getting me mixed up with my father. I know I do sort of look like him, but I'm not my father. My name is severus." He put emphasis on the name. He wasn't going to rest until Percy called him it. He was determined to get his way.

He leaned back in the chair, looking at his uncle, smirking. "I'm not going to tell you why I'm here until you call me by my name," he said. "I will tell you that it's stupid reason, the teacher obviously hates me and it was bound to happen, I was just helping it." The teacher hating him was his excuse for everything. "Gonna give me detention? Tell mummy and Daddy?" He rolled his eyes. Like that would really help.